Begin with haste, the seeds you sow,
A hurried start, no time to grow.
The task unfinished, left behind,
An unsatisfying end you’ll find.
Patience crafts the perfect art,
Steady hands and mindful heart.
For in the pace you wisely choose,
A finished work, no part to lose.
Day and night, a dance they share,
Opposites in form, yet in purpose rare.
Light and dark, in balance, stay,
Each completes the other’s way.
If night alone held sway, we’d find,
In darkness, little is defined.
But endless day would blind our sight,
Madness in perpetual light.
Together, they maintain the flow,
Day and night, in harmony grow.
For balance is the key, you see,
In their union, we find harmony.
My body stands upon the shore,
Yet my spirit is the endless sea.
You boast a bottle filled with more,
Claiming the sea fits perfectly.
But would it not be more profound,
To say your bottle, small and free,
Was lost, with no trace to be found,
Within the vast and boundless sea?
